green light turns to yellow, all the signs say wait despite the call for caution, you’re out there pushing fate a voice inside you says a smarter man would turn and run and you can’t help but wonder if you’ll live to see the sun

but the night is calling your name n-body’s right, no one’s too blame (it’s too late to run) just pray you don’t become a victim of the game

somewhere there’s a siren, your heart is in your throat hard cold re-ssurance, blue steel in your coat how did a boy from kansas ever wind up on these streets? it’s not what you intended but now you’re in too deep

and the night is calling your name n-body’s right, no one’s too blame (it’s too late to run) just pray you don’t become a victim of the game